I Had Forgotten

I had forgotten that babies came this small.

I had forgotten that a teaspoon of spit up is equivalent in volume to a gallon of any normal liquid.

I had forgotten the wheezy noises when sleeping.

I had forgotten to keep the diaper off for as short a time as possible.

I had forgotten the smell of a newborn’s head, like rain on hot pavement.

I had forgotten how, when they go truly high-order, a baby cries so hard and so loud that her lower lip trembles and adds vibrato to her cries.

I had forgotten that nibbled baby toes are delicious.

I had forgotten the soft “huh-huh-huh … aaah!” sigh when babies fall asleep.

I had forgotten that sleeping for a total of eight hours but with a thirty-minute awake period every three hours is like shattering a window and then repairing it with Elmer’s glue.

I had forgotten that Dr. Harvey Karp is a genius.

I had forgotten the feel of a newborn baby curled like a comma, body pressed against mine, breath hot on my neck, in that midnight hour when we are the only two people in the world.

6 Comments

  1. duchess
    on June 8, 2007 at 1:40 pm | Permalink

    I miss that feeling of a newborn nestled against the body. A toddler is not quite the same.

  2. May
    on June 8, 2007 at 2:06 pm | Permalink

    My son, you are truly a great Daddy and you make my heart sing for joy.

  3. madam_rptr
    on June 8, 2007 at 2:55 pm | Permalink

    Jeez. These make me want to have another one ASAP. The smell of a baby’s head is the kicker for me, but they’re all equally fantastic.

    Awesome.

  4. on June 10, 2007 at 9:36 pm | Permalink

    I honestly cant say how I got to your blog, but I am so glad that I did. Thanks for that warm fuzzy feeling, I needed it

  5. on June 10, 2007 at 9:41 pm | Permalink

    Regardless of how you got here, welcome, and I’m glad you enjoyed the post.

  6. on June 11, 2007 at 7:54 am | Permalink

    When my daughter was born until about her second week, all cries had that chin-quivering vibrato. Then it just sort of went away.

    Now she’s hitting the high notes.

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